He didn't need it all. With that thought alone, he stood at the entrance to the tall building that was the church. How can prayer alone help anything? It doesn't make sense. After much persuasion and scolding, his mother finally managed to get him to come here and say a prayer for his grandmother. why? Well, something happened, and Mom didn't want to tell his "innocent baby brain."

he snorted softly and pushed open the heavy door, finding himself in a bright room. He didn't care, he didn't even look at his surroundings, so he just walked straight ahead, not even knowing if he was doing anything right at all. Jisung ran his fingers through his hair and tried to find someone who could help him with all this incomprehensible nonsense.

Why is it so empty today? He had heard that churches were usually crowded, but apparently not today. He started tapping his foot impatiently until he saw a nun who happened to be in the same room with him.

damn, he had never seen such women before, he thought that right now his knees would give out so much that he would fall on his knees in front of her to lift that long skirt and find out all her secrets under the heavy fabrics. he restrained himself, of course. Jisung came closer to her and bent down slightly, admiring how small she was.

"Hey, baby, it's like this, this is my first time in church, and I don't know what to do at all. Will you help me?"